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Ivan Turgenev - Fathers and Sons (Big Book List)

  It is hard to say how deeply I was drawn into this text. It is also odd that I read   Peter Pan   during this month as the beginnings of both books want to establish that there is something else going on in these pages than meets the eye. Turgenev is doing something very different in his book, and he sets each element up like Bazarov’s laboratory in the Petrovich’s house. Turgenev asks the question, what do your own thoughts mean to others? Are we indebted to one another in a way that simply changing your mind can fracture a relationship? But ultimately, this book asks the question, what if you loved someone and they didn’t love you back? This is a deep concern of this book and one that I don’t think finds the positive resolution you might imagine an embarked upon theme like this would attempt.   I have tried to read this little book many times throughout my life, probably over the last 20 years I have picked it up and put it down. I set out to read this book as a young man simply be

Leo Tolstoy - War and Peace (Big Book List)

 Look this might be a cheat pick here. At the time I pulled this book I had two other books in my pocket so to speak. I was in the middle of reading Lanark and Kadambari both of which did not have an audiobook available for me to read. Because they did not have an audiobook, and I found myself with some unrestrained audiobook listening time over the summer, I went back to the well and pulled randomly this time. (Different from the Colson Whitehead and Robert Louis Stevenson approaches) I opened up the Big Book List and fired off another random pull, and I kid you not like the reading gods knew what dark materials I was up to and grabbed for me out the Scylla whirlpool the name that shall not be spake, War and Peace , the juggernaut of books, the challenge the metal of mere mortals book and grim I loosely shook my head in horror, cast my eyes befallen on a fickle god and resigned to my fate.  Here, before lofty climes, I stood humbled, embarrassed, ashamed of my secret machinations to